Our personal summers are moments of joy and they do appear to come from nowhere; but in this audio I’m proposing that our personal summers are actually the culmination of constant positive influences in our lives. It’s just that illness means we’re not always in a position to recognise these influences

Hello friends I was surprised to find how watching a digger turned out to be immensely therapeutic: PS This is a photo of the harbour at Staithes in North Yorkshire. It’s a small fishing village and if I recall correctly you have to leave your car at the top and walk down a fairly steep cobbled street lined with fishermens’…